Several years ago my mom decided she was "done" cooking and doing holiday stuff so I assumed the Thanksgiving role. I really enjoy cooking and plotting new ways to serve corn and grits (2 staples at our dinners) so it's no big deal to me. This year my guest list is dropping off like flies! First, my stepdad (the grouchiest man in the universe) has declared he is tired of "holiday family shit" and is refusing to celebrate any holiday again, and is going to stay home, most likely muttering profanities to himself and watching straight-to-cable action movies. Mom is still coming down, but her heart's not in it this year. She's just bringing a store bought pumpkin pie. My Delinquent Brother (not to be confused with the other 2, the Neurotic Brother and the Rasta Brother) almost went to jail last week. Luckily most charges have been dropped against him, so he's not going to be spending the holidays here. This has understandably put a crimp in her festive mood so I'm expecting a lot of sighing and drinking. Lots of drinking. Delinquent Brother probably won't make it down this year, which is not suprising since he's never made it to our house yet. His big, sooty truck with horns on the hood just isn't very trustworthy.
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At my house, it was brisket what made me drink. Today, I'm drinking in honor of having it made through another holiday. I like the days after holidays best. Kind of like having a boil lanced. Ahhhhh.....sweet relief. Massive housecleaning today. It's a cathartic sort of housecleaning.
xo
tha raccoon
What makes me want to drink? When my ex boyfriend, home for the holidays (think Keanu Reeves left out in the sun too long), comes to visit me at work. Eesh. Bring on the Dewar's Decimal System.
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